Tell Me a Story

ANANTA

Don’t think I can go much further

Need some help – I’ve lost my way

Feel as if I’m being punished

But for what – who can say?

Thought I was a loving daughter

Then the shame – a pregnancy -

Brought disgrace but worse dishonour

Father never honoured me

Father never honoured me

Tell me a story - have a go

Tell me the things I need to know

Sing me a song,

A pretty little number

Anything to ease the pain

Memories of shame you should lock inside

Some things you share and some you hide

If I told you, I wonder if you’d listen

Possibly you’d turn away

What kind of romeo

Leaves me when I start to show?

Who would have thought I’d end like this?

Best keep the world at bay

Don’t look back just run away

Safe from my father any day

Got to keep on moving – no it won’t be long

When the morning comes there’ll be a different song

Father you’re wrong – I’m going to keep my baby

Even if it brings me pain

Mother!